Volume 6 [The tiger is strong even when it goes to sea] NO.22 Old things
The old month is about half a month away, and it will end, and then it will be time to talk about the Eight Classics;
There are many people in Shazhou, and they are already busy at this time. Some people have started to prepare glutinous rice noodles and good local bacon a month ago. After the New Year, they will make dumplings before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. On the tenth day of the first lunar month
Five, we also need to make rice dumplings made with wine.
But this year, everyone in the Zhang Family Courtyard was laughing and joking with joy. The old man was smoking a pack of Lao Yun cigarettes and his eyes were almost gone when he was laughing.
"Son of a bitch, I didn't expect that there would be an opportunity for this to happen. This mayor is very kind to us." The third young master smiled and puffed out thick smoke, with an old cigarette stick hanging on his waist.
, several old brothers around were rubbing their palms and exhaling.
They didn't like staying in air-conditioned rooms in winter, so they actually set up a bonfire pot in the yard, lit a pile of firewood, and cooked various things on it.
There was haggis in the hanging pot, and there was a bucket of cabbage in a basket on the floor. They were all torn into sections and had not been touched with a knife.
It's very juicy, and the juice will definitely burst into your mouth when you bite it.
"Mayor Qin is such a clear-sighted person." Zhang Juncai poked the haggis in the pot with his chopsticks, picked up a sheep egg, and stretched out his tongue, not caring that it was burning to death, haha
Zihazidi was there shouting and nodding.
A few old men next to me blew their beards and stared: "You bitch got a total of eight sheep eggs and you bitch ate three of them. You are going to die!"
"Old coffin won't eat it himself, it's on my eggs." Zhang Juncai rolled his eyes at them.
The third young master laughed, held a cigarette between his fingers, pointed at him and cursed: "This son of a bitch is the same as before. You can't change this dog's drive to eat shit."
"You are the one who wants to eat shit and let your mother-in-law fart!"
Zhang Juncai also laughed and scolded him back.
"Third brother, tell me quickly, what are the regulations? The mayor wants to give you a big gift, and we also want to hear about it, right?"
The speaker was a fat old man, his name was Zhang Bingsheng, and he was also the employee of Zhang's family. He was the youngest among these old men, but he had saved the lives of many people here for forty or two years, fighting against the hail of bullets.
, carried the injured and debilitated brothers one by one from the trench. Afterwards, they became lame in one leg, and they still walk crookedly to this day.
"He said he was going to travel to a foreign country in two days. He said it was Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand, and Southeast Asia." The old man was actually a sap, and he didn't know anything about it. It's just that several people here were born illiterate, and they learned some culture again after the founding of the People's Republic of China.
Knowledge.
The old guy is pretending to be 13 o'clock in front of his face.
"You know what, bring it over and let me take a look." Zhang Juncai pulled the white and red paper ends and glanced at them: "Isn't this the Three Kingdoms Seven-Day Tour? Singapore, this, Malaysia, and that
Thailand!"
Shaking the paper, he looked at Zhang Sanxian: "I usually know that listening to a show or watching the news will kill me. The three-day trip to Singapore, Malaysia, and Thailand that is mentioned on TV every day is right here. Mayor Qin is telling us old people to go on a trip.
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"
"This person costs tens of thousands." Zhang Bingsheng asked.
"It's not like we paid for it." Zhang Juncai pointed to a large pile of New Year's goods in the yard, "Look at it today, it's more than five times more than the New Year's goods given in previous years. What about working with old revolutionary soldiers?
You bitch, you're not just bullying the weak and fearing the strong, she's just submissive. Maybe you're calling me a local coward behind my back."
"I'm a local snake! How dare he be related to me?!"
The old guy has a stiff neck, like a stubborn donkey, as if everyone around him owes them millions.
The old brothers all ate the haggis and vegetables in the pot, and put some asparagus in it. Zhang Bingsheng said in a low voice: "It's a pity that eighteen brothers left Yangzhou back then, and now we are the only ones who can walk."
."
"Bullshit! Life and death have their own destiny! When your destiny is up, you will die when you die. But it is worth dying. I dare to pat my chest and say, I stepped down from the Palace of Hell with my legs straight. I can only get more credit for my life and death!"
When Zhang Juncai said this, his eyes became fierce in vain. He was usually kind-hearted in the public, but he only became like this when he was with his brothers.
"The Chinese New Year is coming soon, so let's do this. Let's count the numbers tomorrow and have some real wine." The old man threw the cigarette butts to the ground with some reluctance and stamped them out with his feet. The old men were all wearing military coats.
, it’s so soft, but the beard is always not trimmed and it always makes people feel sloppy.
"I'm just talking," Zhang Bingsheng said, so he still spoke in a well-behaved manner.
Zhang Juncai was bored for a long time without saying anything. In fact, everyone knew very well that there were 18 long-term workers back then, and he had three brothers in total. The eldest brother died in 1941, and another younger brother died in 1942. After all, he is the real
It's a sigh of relief, but people are all strange and no one can understand it.
“Would you like to go on any kind of tour in Thailand?”
Zhang Sanxian asked some old brothers.
"Go! Why don't you go! Anyway, the mayor has prepared all our New Year's goods. I'm already exhausted before the New Year, so I went out to have a look. It costs at least tens of thousands per person, so there's no need to worry about it.
I don’t know who will eat it if I put it there.”
Zhang Juncai asked the old man for a Lao Yun cigarette, and the third young master reluctantly took one out.
"Son of a bitch asking you for a cigarette is like castrating you."
"I won't give you anything to eat if you bother me!"
The two stubborn old men glared at each other.
"I've heard of this Thailand." Zhang Sanxian nodded, taking turns to install a cigarette for several of them. When Kaohsiung came, he brought a large box, two large packs of tobacco, and a cigarette rolling machine. The old man secretly
Even if Ksitigarbha is good, he won’t have anything to do with these.
"You fart again, you know who you are." Zhang Juncai looked at him with contempt.
"Fuck you, how come I don't know! Thai shemale! I know this!" Zhang Sanxian's neck became stiff again and he glared at Zhang Juncai.
Several old people were puzzled and asked: "What is a Thai ladyboy?"
"I don't know anymore." The old man said proudly, and several old people stared at him. He held a cigarette in one hand and held chopsticks in the other hand to fish haggis out of the pot. The bonfire underneath was fierce again. The wind was whistling in the sky.
There is no sound, but there are high walls on all four sides, so not much wind can blow in at all.
"Hey, let me tell you guys, this Thai shemale is actually a man,"
"Isn't this just nonsense?"
"Third brother, what are you talking about?"
"I'm farting again. I'll never change it for the rest of my life."
Zhang Laosan's eyes widened: "Fuck you, mother-in-law, I haven't finished speaking yet, some of these sons of bitches are inserting their eggs in my mouth."
"You should say it more cheerfully!"
Zhang Sanxian nodded with a smile and crossed his legs. He was wrapped in a military coat. He picked up the tea cup placed on the bricks next to the fire and took a sip: "Let me tell you, this shemale, actually looks like
It’s the same as a woman. Actually, she’s still a man. There’s still something dangling in his crotch.”
"Fart, isn't this a transgender person?"
"You know what?" Zhang Laosan held the tea cup and held a cigarette in his hand, "Really, I'm not going to lie to you, I'm going to lie to you and I'll choke to death when I drink water! Cough cough cough cough."
After the old man finished speaking, a sip of tea went into his trachea. He choked to death and burst into tears.
"Hahahaha, this old coffin guy is so boastful that he doesn't write a draft, even God can't stand it."
The third young master calmed down and said firmly: "I'm going to lie to you, I saw their younger brother surfing the Internet in the vegetable shop on the roadside that day. I saw it! Those Thai ladyboys, looking at and...
Just like a woman, she wears outer clothes and wears makeup just like a woman, but she is a man."
Zhang Juncai touched his head and said, "Damn it, is there such a person in this world? I've never heard of it before."
A few old guys were chatting about the romantic affairs of the past years while eating. When they talked about the bad things they did in North China, the old brothers laughed mischievously. The ridiculous things in their youth were now forgotten.
Thinking about it, it's really quite a bit of a taste, which dilutes the years of war and war and makes people happy.
This is the purest Chinese man. I think he is like this. In the most difficult days, he can easily think of a happy topic, then laugh heartily and happily, and let go of his depression from the bottom of his heart.
The most precious thing in the world, I'm afraid it won't be like this.
"Go! You must go! Just because of this Thai ladyboy, I have to take a look at it!" The old guys were so excited that they felt like they had been given blood. If the cultural old men from other places saw it, they would say this again.
The polite country bumpkin who sweeps the floor is no longer ashamed.
But this group of old people were born as rubes decades ago. Except for Zhang Laosan, they still have some family background, but they are nothing. If you throw them in front of the Japanese, you won't even be considered a security captain.
"I want to go and have a look. Damn it, I've even been abroad before."
"I heard that it is a group of veteran cadres and revolutionaries. I don't know how many people there are.
"How many people are there in total on the sandbank? In terms of qualifications, we are the oldest, and the others are like Mao Yu." Zhang Juncai was quite disdainful, and then said: "I'm going to take some photos. That old German camera
It can still be used. I still have a few empty papers to hand in." "I need an old camera. Just wait."
Zhang Laosan ran into the house, rummaged around for a while, took out something, and said to a few old men: "Did you see it, a high-end product, a digital camera worth more than 10,000 yuan?"
"Son of a bitch, do you still have the money to buy this?" Zhang Juncai said, taking it over to take a look.
"Be brave." Zhang Laosan glared at him, "I asked Xiao Gao for it. Xiao Gao is a nice and cheerful person. I gave it to him when I asked him for it. He didn't even talk nonsense."
At this time, Kaohsiung, who was preparing to go to Jinling to write a report, burst into tears. He had brought a lot of things with him when he came. When he returned, except for his clothes, Zhang Sanxian basically took away everything he could use. Of course, driving and
The accompanying colleagues also had a hard time. Except for the 92 pistol that was not taken away, basically everything that could be taken away was taken away.
Both boxes of biscuits were not left in the car, leaving a group of colleagues who could not figure out how this old man survived.
"Yong! I know how to use this, bring it here! Fuck you, you are stingy like a dog!"
While Zhang Juncai was scolding, he was eating the mutton eggs in the pot. Several old men nearby immediately scolded him again: "Old Shacai, how can you put two pieces of mutton together when you are so stupid?"
"A knife-wielding one!" Zhang Juncai glanced calmly, making several old men jump with anger and rush into the pot, making the sound of soup and water.
Zhang Sanxian laughed, took a picture of these old brothers, looked at the picture on the LCD screen, and chose to save it quite skillfully.
"By the way, Third Brother, let me ask you something. I went to the street to eat soy milk the day before yesterday, and I met Xu Linbao from Caijiaqiao. He said that his granddaughter had been on vacation a long time ago. His granddaughter went to the same school as Bu Laohu."
The person who asked the question was Zhang Bingsheng's elder brother, named Zhang Yisheng. He was also a fat old man. His hair was very short, but it was neat and not bald. There were still a few black hairs here and there.
"That's right. The third child, Xiaoben, doesn't have a holiday so late. It's almost half a month before the Chinese New Year. Mr. Xuetang eats shit.
A few old guys were cursing and cursing there.
Zhang Laosan put the camera in his coat pocket. Zhang Juncai glanced at it, changed his posture secretly, and quietly touched it with one hand. In the middle of the process, Zhang Sanxian hit his hand with a chopstick.
"Fuck you, you're going to beat me to death!"
"Stay away!"
The old man sat next to the bench and nodded, grabbed a handful of pistachios, popped one, and then said in a deep voice: "I have committed too many sins in the first half of my life, and now I have come to retribution."
"Bullshit, you guys have done a lot of evil. Do you think you are the only one who has killed so many people? Which of us has never seen blood on our hands?"
Zhang Laosan chewed a pistachio, but he was not happy: "You have already guessed how many things happened to Zhang Yaozu. This thief is even worse than I was back then. If I tell you, this dog now
The things are no longer in China, what do you think?"
"What can you think? No matter how rebellious this little coffin Zhang Yaozu is, he is still okay with you Zhang Lao San. And speaking of conscience, he is worthy of this country. Do you understand, Lao San?" Zhang Juncai grabbed a handful of cabbage.
He threw the stems into the pot, got some vermicelli, and stirred it with a few pairs of chopsticks, "Actually, we brothers all know what kind of person Zhang Yaozu is. Over the years, he has suppressed his murderous aura.
How painful it is, we all see it.”
"Back then, we also came down from the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood. When we were about to take off our armor and return to the field, we would get angry before finishing a sentence. When talking to people, we would want to use a knife. The anger was strong, and the murderous intention was even stronger. How much grinding did it take?
How much has been lost in years?”
Zhang Bingsheng was also smoking a cigarette and sighed.
"It doesn't matter if you die in China, you will cause harm to others. If you stay, you will be a vicious person who will be shot sooner or later. He is no worse than you, a beast, cruel and ruthless, and he can kill him. In the future, as long as he can be buried in China, it will be fine."
Yeah. What a nonsense pursuit."
Zhang Juncai squinted his eyes and said a little depressed.
These old men are actually from a standard background. They don't understand the hatred between the country and the family. They just know that if you come to rob me of my things, I will have sex with you!
They don't even understand what the righteousness of revolution is. The only thing they have is a head on their neck and a body of more than 100 kilograms. If they are unlucky, they will die in a hole and be buried in the ground. There will be people who will remember it later.
Already.
Lonely souls and wild ghosts have no one to care about them, and they are wandering through the underworld.
Even now, others say that they are old revolutionaries. What does revolution mean? In fact, they still don’t understand it. The old man puffed up a cloud of smoke and chewed a hard walnut into pieces. He spat out the crumbs and looked for walnut kernels.
eat.
"Zhang Yaozu, this little beast, will die when he dies. It's amazing that I will personally support him in the coffin. But this little grandson of mine may still have an endless road ahead, and he will be even darker than him."
Zhang Sanxian's tone was filled with indescribable disappointment, and his mood could not rise.
Zhang Yisheng chewed the cabbage and comforted him: "Even if his death is dark and there is no end, what kind of cause and what kind of result will it have. Look at what he taught him when he was a child. He is better now. I can't stand it anymore."
I’m tired, I’m sad, I can’t bear it anymore, is it too late?”
"Aren't I afraid that he will be bullied by others in the future?" Zhang Laosan said in a confused voice.
"Bullying? Bullying your motherfucker!" Zhang Yisheng couldn't stand it any longer and scolded fiercely: "Have you ever seen anyone's descendant start sparring with real people at the age of seven? You fucking bastard?
Go to Hebei and invite someone to come over for training. This is a thing! Damn it. When my grandson was seven years old, he went to primary school to study. It would be better for you to make some miscellaneous things all day long. I haven't come back from Yunnan. You
Just take him to Yunnan, and now, a group of people are going crazy after him, and a ten-year-old kid is wrestling with a veteran? Who came up with this harmful trick? "
Zhang Laosan said in a dull voice: "I was beaten like this when I was a child."
"Look, look, it's like this again! You've been like this all your life! You bastard, what was it like when we were young? We were so poor that all we had left was bones and flesh. You should still be able to watch TV and sing in operas like now.
Ah! Besides stripping naked and fighting with others, what else is left?"
"Old man, you deserve to be unable to sleep at night."
Zhang Laosan was furious: "Fuck you, it's none of my business! It's them who don't follow the right path!"
"Yes, yes, you are so awesome that you can fly into the sky! Shenzhou-1 was all lifted up by you alone!"
"Okay, okay, tell me, what did this little kid do?" Zhang Juncai also picked up the teapot and thought to himself that Zhang Bi could do some earth-shattering things, and it was not his father Zhang Yaozu.
"He's fighting for the lead."
puff!
Zhang Juncai spit out a sip of tea and his eyes widened: "Fighting for the leader?! He sacrificed his life for others?!"
"Fart! He is doing a favor to the little lady." When the old man thought of the tens of millions Zhang Bi brought back, he immediately lost confidence and his eyes flickered.
Zhang Juncai didn't know yet what habits he and his brothers had, and what they pooped when they stuck their buttocks out, they all knew each other clearly.
"You taught me a great grandson." Zhang Juncai pointed at him while stomping his feet: "If I couldn't beat you, I would beat you to death if I could!"
Several old men stared at Zhang Laosan. The third young master evaded his gaze and whispered: "Eat food, eat food, don't talk about this."
Just like Zhang Yaozu after his education failed, Mr. Zhang at this time is still preparing to muddle through.